Resthome connections.

The other day the one resthome resident who's a retired school nurse emailed me and said that my one (Thai) coworker told her that she still pictures us walking down the one hallway together in the late afternoon, which we did together so regularly for a span of almost several years. I also got a big envelope in the mail, with not only the passed-on fun wordlist printouts that she had saved for me, but also some recent newsletters with interesting resident history tidbits, that my one (older) (white) (gay) coworker had tucked in there. "Don't the people who live here have the most interesting stories?", he would always be like.